Stephen had just informed Steve of how he had disposed of Vince in the Jurassic. Steve was taken aback by Stephen's unilateral decision to involve himself. However Steve had to accept that he had allowed his rage to cause others, i.e. nurses and doctors, to carry the can for his bad decision in not killing the man outright. It was so obvious to Steve th...
Author's note: This chapter contains no sexual activity. If that is what you're looking for, please return next week. As always, thanks for reading, and your votes and comments. ### Sorrow and solitude These are the precious things And the only words That are worth rememberin' - Nothin', Robert Plant & Allison Kraus ### "You're quitting?" My teac...
*Author's note: Several years ago, I read an interesting book by author Loyal Rue, a professor of Religion and Philosophy at Luther College, called By the Grace of Guile. An excerpt from one review says this: "For people who are troubled by a world increasingly filled with the sweet-talking duplicity of politicians, preachers, advertisers, and sundry huckste...
Not my usual by any means; this is a tale of revenge, and more revenge. There is some sex in it. As usual, the place names are real, but the characters are entirely fictitious, and any resemblance to any actual person, living, dead or undead, is entirely coincidental. No one under 18 is depicted in this story. *************************** How many years d...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. If this bothers you that much, quit reading. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong categor...
Heroin girl needed a coffee table, badly. I was doing it for the cats. She was going out of town and her regular cat sitter fell through. The grouchy cat wasn't having any of me trying to feed it, and the friendly one looked like it was losing a lot of weight so I got worried. They were supposed to be from the same litter. I mentally noted to let her know w...
April 13, 2008 I'm running out the door. There's blood on my hands. There's blood all over me, and I'm borderline panicked, and I'm sprinting like a madman down the halls of a run down apartment, my heart tearing in my chest, praying to god I can get out before she does. One Hour Earlier 8:00 PM. South Central Los Angeles. I'm driving in my car, going to...
This is Marly Jackson PI's 5th case, "The Nightlife Case" In order her stories are contained in: Case Of the Missing Millionaire The Violin Case A Bad Case of Blackmail Case of the Purple Rose _________________________________________ I was in the middle of a dream. In it, my on again, off again lover Michael Finnegan and I were at a bar. The bar was...
LXISinners, Poor and WretchedRoland2089 "Is it true that you were once a gardener?" asked the affluent woman whose conscience had been sufficiently pricked to shove a few sizeable notes into the collection box chained to the counter. "Not only a gardener," Roland admitted. "I've also been a teacher and a hospital nurse, but I guess this was the kind of wor...
I Manhattan, 1994 A pair of red stilettos I'd never forget. They were found bathed in blood at the bottom of a six story apartment complex in Greenwich Village. She had always wanted to make a great exit, uninterested in the grand entrances. It was a way to silence the pain and the voices she had been hearing since childhood, like Saint Joan-of-Arc. She...